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maps are for lovers and other tourists
by Frankie Sanchezthe thinking starts like morning sex,
like a well lit piece of charcoal, burning
and the thinker wants more,
thinking starts with your name,
with a date, with evidence that there is
in fact something to think about.
you're moving further away.
and the thinker maps his thinking
until he questions his own destination,
if he even has one,
if he wants one.
planet relation
ship somewhere california lake
front property career county
mountain east familiar
asexual abyss bridge central
time elapses...
his map has wrinkles.
and the thinking starts in converse,
in the dialing of ten numbers,
your name at something dot somewhere,
and you become the place, the thing,
the long distance, the expectation
and the thinker wants to meet you
like cold sheets in warm weather,
bodies networked without a dial tone,
speaking without voices,
and thoughts
with
out
thinking.
07/09/2005 Posted on 07/09/2005
Copyright © 2025 Frankie Sanchez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/09/05 at 03:38 PM That's quite the progression... Your words make for an amazing guide, though... Good stuff. |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 07/12/05 at 05:50 PM this is great... love the last couple of stanzas especially... love the wrinkling and I always love references to morning sex of course... great read frankie |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 12/30/11 at 07:53 PM I too liked best the lyrical quality of the read, especially the section with all the imagery--that directness finds me listening and wanting for more. I like the line break
usage. |
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